/lit/ - Literature

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I am unhappy but I love life. My parents gave me a dysfunctional upbringing but also many good things, so I cannot bear enmity against them. I love all the pointless deaths, the gratuitous suffering, the gruesome birth defects and disfigurements this world has ever had the misfortune of seeing. I love and accept it all. I love my fate; I love that my life is going from worse to worse. The greater the fall, the greater the rise. The greater the suffering, the greater the glory. All is just, we just don't have eyes to see it. I am no Hindu, but this truly is the Kali Yuga; all materialism, no spirituality. No wonder we've lost our gumption and wisdom, we've traded this world's greatest wise men in for glorified magicians (scientists).